Let's go swimming.

You know, I never thought I'd say this - but I want to go diving.  I want to stand at the top of the board, teetering on the edge of that piece of fiberglass and look down and not be able to see the bottom.  I want to feel the anxiety, the fear, the excitement, and the hope of what is to come.  But above all, I want to dive.

Just dive right in - no matter the circumstances.  I want to give it all up and just jump and feel the water encase my body inch by inch until I'm totally enveloped and I can't breathe.  I want to paddle through for a bit before I come up for air.

I don't ever want to leave.

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My head protects me.  It weighs 8 pounds and a good portion of that is the thickness of my skull.  And right now my head is trying to protect me in more ways.  It's saying, "Hey!  Hey, you!  Yeah, you.  You don't know how to swim... So why in the world would you go DIVING?!"

I guess I forgot about that part.  You're right... I should wait.  'Til I at least learn how to swim.  That would be the responsible and mature thing to do.

But it's not as much fun.  And diving in head first feels so, so right.